My daughters begged me for a cat. My husband was not a cat lover, but, he gave in. We drove to a local shelter and there were a lot of cats and kittens. There was one cat, every time we went by her cage she would reach out to grab us. My husband wanted a smaller one and this one was 6 months old. She wouldn't let us alone, I asked to hold her and it was instant love. Her and I cuddled and she is the one we adopted.
She is like 7 years old now and takes seizures meds, but she is my baby girl. My other little baby came to us about the same way. I took my cat (Sassy) to have her nails trimmed, in a cage there was a tiny little kitten, with a stubby crooked tail. He kept meowing at us and reaching out. Upon asking about him I learned he was a Manx with a stubby tail. I went home and sat there all night thinking about him and saying, I need that kitten and his name will be Simba. After listening to the other members in my house tell me I was crazy, I went the next day and bought him. I spent $20.00 on him. He is like my shadow; everywhere I go he follows me. They both meow at me and I talk back to them. Everybody laughs at me, but, I love my cats and they show me that they love me
